Lauren groaned, pushing away her paper work before spinning around in her chair to face her skyline view of the city. Being CEO had it's perks.
She watched the sunset, brilliant pinks, purples and oranges painted across the sky. God how she wished to be at home painting or drawing right now.
Unfortunately for her, she had a pile of paper work for the day and a meeting with a potential business partner over dinner at seven.
Checking her watch she noticed it was quickly approaching six o'clock, so she turned back in her seat and finished off the pile of paper work.
Once finished, she stood and straightened her blouse before putting her jacket on over the top and perching her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.
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Walking out of her office with the fast pace clicks from her heels, Lauren said good bye to her Secretary, Normani, and left the building were her driver was waiting for her.
"Good evening Miss. Jauregui. The restaurant has confirmed your booking for seven and as asked, have given you a more secluded table near the back." James informed her as he opened her door.
"Thank you James, but enough business. How's Shelly and the kids?" Lauren asked with a small smile.
"They're very well, Miss Jauregui. Shelly would love to have you over again for dinner soon." James said, smiling back at the young CEO.
"It would be my honor, Mr. Blake." Lauren told her driver before slipping into the back seat.
Once the door was closed and James slid into the front seat, they were off to Laurens favorite Cuban restaurant.
It was almost half an hour into their drive when the divider came down. "Miss. Jauregui. I'm awfully sorry but I forgot to fill the car up before picking you up today. Would you mind if we made a slight detour and got some gas?" James asked his employer.
"I don't mind at all James, I'm sure my investors will understand." Lauren told him with a gentle smile.
She wouldn't get mad over something so simple. She herself forgot to fill up her car until the light would flash at her.
Pulling up to a gas station, Lauren got out as James began to fill the car. "I'll be back soon James, just using the restroom." She informed him before making her way to the side of the building.
Upon entering, she was pleasantly surprised of its cleanliness, it was almost as if it had a feminine touch to it. Never the less, she took notice that one stall was occupied and made her way into the other, surprised again by the hole in her stall door.
Shaking it off, Lauren un-zipped her pants and pulled out her flaccid member when a knock on the stall door resounded through the restroom.
Lauren jumped at the sound, knocking into the wall of the empty stall next to her as she tried to cover her indecency.
"Ten bucks for a hand job, twenty for a blow job." A feminine voice spoke.
"Excuse me?" Lauren asked shocked, tucking away her member quickly.
"Look, those are the prices. If you don't like them, I don't care." The voice replied.
"I-I'm not looking for anything." Lauren told the stranger. "Besides, if I was going to, I wouldn't object to those prices, they seem quite reasonable for... 'that' kind of service in this location." Lauren added on.
"Oh..." Was all she got in reply. It sounded small and weak.
Sighing, Lauren dug in her pocket and pulled out a hundred, sticking it through the hole.
"How about a hundred for your name and a conversation?" Lauren asked.
Nothing happened for a few seconds, as if she was contemplating the idea of giving a stranger her identity. Not that she blamed her, in her line of work she'd be pretty darn protective of her identity as well.
But soon, there was gentle finger tips faintly grazing hers as she took the one hundred dollar bill hesitantly.
"Karla... My names Karla." The stranger told the CEO.
"Well Karla, I'm Lauren. It's lovely to meet you, even if the circumstances are unusual." Lauren replied, earning a giggle through the stall door.
"Will you be here later?" Lauren asked. "It's just that I have a dinner to get to and I wouldn't want you to think I'd miss cashing in that conversation you now owe me." She asked smiling.
"What time later?" Camila asked.
"No later than ten..." Lauren whispered into the empty air.
Their was hesitation in her voice, and God Lauren hoped she wasn't lying when Karla replied, "I'll be here..."
So with that, Lauren unlocked her stall door and proceeded to wash her hands, watching the still locked stall door through the mirror.
It remained locked at she turned off the tap and dried her hands.
"Well Karla, I'll talk to you at ten." Lauren asked/ stated, wanting to hear her voice and too make sure she'd be here.
"Talk to you at ten, Lauren." Karla confirmed
And with that information, Lauren walked out of the restroom and back to the car, where James was waiting patiently for her, opening the door once she was closer.
"Thank you, James." Lauren told him, patting his arm as she slid into the car again.
James answered her with a silent nod before closing the door and walking to his side of the car and getting in.
"Assuming traffic is light, ma'am, we should arrive on time." James informed her as he pulled away from the curb, Laurens mind stuck on the mysterious girl, sitting in the bathroom stall where she left her.
"Excellent, James. Inform me when we arrive." She mumbled in thought.
Karla... What a peculiar name, one suited for the girl considering her line on business. Perhaps that's what it was though, her business name.
